We were in the middle of the jungle when I made a step, and heard the click.
So did she, as she spun around.
"Leave. Now."
There wasn't time for a long goodbye, obviously. I was already dead. But despite my clear instructions, she instead knelt down to try and look.
"The fuck you doing?"
"If it's a X43, I can fix it! Or a Munroe Beta, too!"
I never realised how hard it was to maintain the exact same amount of pressure on a foot until then.
"Dammit, it's-"
I sneezed, my foot moved, amd nothing happened.
"A dud."
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